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Melt for You JT Geissinger 18470K 2023-09-03

She’s too busy ogling the box to be put off by ht and re work knife from a pocket of his trousers He slices open the tape on the top of the box "It’s a new chair for you, kiddo Mr Maddox put in a requisition over the weekend"

The breath leaves ape at each other

Dennyat the cardboard so the chair is revealed all at once when the sides fall away

"That’s the new ergonoonomic, but it makes ht it up!" says a male voice toapprovingly as Denny dusts off the chair with a rag taken froh there’s not a speck of dust on the thing

"Yes, sir! You said first thing Monday, so I ular rounds"

Shasta and I share a stunned glance, and I knoe’re both suffering the sa " Like it was a priority And then he showed up to et ahead of yourself--he’s probably just about to tell you you’re not getting the raise you requested!

He looks perfect today, so perfect he’s aleous navy-blue suit, freshly shaven jaw He obviously didn’t spend another night on his office sofa He turns his gaze to , Joellen"

I love you and want to have all your babies "Uhles "Hi, Mr Maddox!"

"GoodThat color suits you"

I can tell Shasta wants to run over to hi wet one on hies to control herself

"Thank you Blue’sShasta to furiously blush

I’ females swoon is his superpower

Then Michael notices the bouquet of roses onin surprise "That’s quite the enors a little that he’d assuet flowers is for a birthday, but who aet theue just in ti to think of how Mrs Dinwiddle would handle this situation and reestion that I should act "coy as shit," I gaze fondly at the roses as if reh, I say, "A friend" Then I bat my lashes and look demurely at my feet

When Michael is silent in the wake of my theatrical performance, I’lance up at hi at the roses with a new expression

An expression, if I’m not ainst the wall

Michael looks at the roses I look at Shasta Shasta retreats into the safety of her cubicle, sinking slowly into her chair, eyeballing me like What the actual fuck? until her head disappears beneath the wall

"I guess it didn’t turn out to be such a bad weekend for you after all"

In response to Michael’s terse state-Lisa!

"Let et rid of this for you, kiddo" Denny breaks the weird tension as he grabs my old chair and rolls it out of my cubicle He rolls the new one in with a triureat It looks veryergonoave a flea, Joellen

Then, right after my own voice in my head, Caue Dinnae tell ye te stop that, lass?